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Control

"You OK?" I asked casually as I opened my locker to put my things up, and the picture of me and Kyle from sixth grade entered my sight. I still remember how he was embarrassed when I put one arm over his shoulder and pressed our cheeks together, because it was the first time I realized what my dad meant at that meteor party – that if Kyle and I keep being so close, people are going to start thinking that we are 'funny'. Below that photo are more photos of our friends took during past school trips, but me and Kyle were always standing together, group pictures or not, we always stick together. As I closed my locker again, Kyle sighed deeply and answered my question,

"No..." he pouted and those green eyes tell me he was stressed and worried.

"What's wrong?" I put my arm around his shoulder, the other holding on to my binder of stuff. He immediately blushed at my touch, just like how he did in that picture. I like that, I always do. It's some kind of sick obsession of mine. I grinned at myself inwardly, but still put on that concerned expression that he so loves to see but refuses to admit. I decided to tease him further by tugging him closer and lowering my head to look him straight in the eyes. He avoided my gaze, a normal reaction, but it's one of the best things I love to see my best friend do. It shows how much influence I have over him – I love how I can always affect his emotions; he loves it when I give him attention, undivided attention – it drives him crazy. I wonder how he feels right now. Embarrassed? Confused? Aroused? Or ashamed that he might be gay for his best friend? I don't know, but I sure would love to know. But if anyone is watching right now, they would have thought that their jocky quarterback is kissing this lucky girl by the lockers, but as they continue to pass by, they would be disappointed to see it was actually his best friend and they are only doing this usual gay gesture that they always do, well, no harm in that, then they will make this mantle note to themselves to remember to gossip about it later.

"Stan, stop doing that, people are watching." he said under his breath, looking to the side to smile at a girl passing by, to assure her that there's nothing gay going on just because Stan and Kyle's faces are too close. Then he stepped back, increasing the space between us again and my arm slipped from his shoulder.

"So? I'm just worried about you." I said innocently. Yes, innocence is what deceives you.

"I, I don't know Stan… It's just Bebe, she wants to talk to me after school, and I think she wants to bre-" he paused to swallow then finished, "break up with me."

"Well then break up with her. She's just a slut anyway." I said a bit too nonchalantly. To be honest, I don't like Bebe and what she does to Kyle. I hate the way she has control over his emotions, I should be the only one who is allowed to do that because even if I do play with his emotions, I won't try to hurt him. Kyle is mine. He's my best friend, and I know we are actually more than that, but it's Bebe, the fucking slut who can't keep her hands off him, she's always in my way.

"Stan! She's not a slut!" Kyle yelled. He never believed in any rumors about Bebe, it's because she always have this sick, twisted way of playing with his feelings and gaining his trust while she turns her back on him and sleeps with two guy at a time.

"Whatever," I gave up trying to convince him a long time ago. I'm his best friend, if he chose not to listen to me, he's not going to listen to anyone else.

"Goddamit Stan! Bebe is not a slut! Stop insulting my girlfriend." Wow, he's really angry. What about when you insulted my girlfriend back then, Kyle?

"Kyle has some sand in his virgina." Cartman passed by and commented casually.

"Ugh!" Kyle grunted in frustration and didn't even bother to say 'shut up fatass', I guess things between him and that slut is really not going that well… However, I am not going to do anything about it. Sometimes you just have to let them get hurt so they'll learn their lesson, so does Kenny say. I am not that sadistic as to come up with that on my own.

After I finished football practice, I went home to take a shower. I don't like taking showers in the locker rooms because, just because, showers in the locker room after school is just plain unpleasant. I learned my lesson in my freshman year.

And guess what I found when I stepped into my bedroom.

If you guessed an adorable red-haired Jew boy lying on my bed crying, then you are right.

I don't know if this is a male mechanism thing or what, but every guy would at least fantasize once about walking into a room after a good day of work and finding the one person you really want to fuck lying on a bed waiting for you. I mean, it's in every single fairy tale – the knight or prince kills the dragon, finally gets up to the tallest tower and boom, hot princess has been warming her bed for you. Now, as I look at Kyle, I think my fantasy came true, and mind you, I don't give a fuck if it's gay or not. I quit debating over that with myself a long time ago – the only thing that matters is that your dick responds to it.

"She broke up with me." He said frankly to the ceiling, as if trying to convince himself that it is the truth.

Somehow this reminds me of that time when Kyle came over to my house begging me to fertilize his stupid Farmville crops – crying, very needy of his best friend to make him feel all better.

"I'm sorry Kyle." That your girlfriend was a slut and even though I warned you like a trillion times, you didn't believe me. Well, I needed to take the supportive and comforting approach now, so I refrained myself from saying the second part of my thought. I began to walk toward him slowly and sat down on my own bed. Then I gave him a hand to pull him up.

"I really thought that we shared something special, you know…" he said with a hurtful, broken tone. Aw, so heart breaking. Not really, I actually enjoy seeing him cry, after all, you don't see that very often. It turns me on. A sad, broken Kyle, so in need of his Stanley to make everything all right for him. And I quote that last part from the "Hero Project" we did in eighth grade. Yep, he chose me out of all people to write about, even over Einstein.

"Don't think about it so much, you'll forget it sooner or later." I said and I knew that out of experience. I reached out for the back of his neck and pull him close to place his head on my shoulder. His choking breath felt so good on my bare skin, and his hair was tickling my neck.

"I can't! She said horrible things! She said she only went out with me so that she could copy my homework and that she never even liked me! And she even told me all those rumors about her are true! Why did she do that do me, Stan?" See Kyle, that's what happens when you don't listen to Stan; Stan, who has broken up with Wendy so many times; Stan, who finally decided that girls are no good for you. Part of me was mad at Bebe for doing this to Kyle, the other part of me wanted to thank her for creating this Kyle for me to munch on.

I am not going to say stupid shit like "It's going to be better" or "Don't think about it". Because after that brutal of a break up, it's not going to be any better for him and he won't stop thinking about it. I began to feel really bad, maybe it was my fault. For not stopping it from the beginning, for not being honest with him about how I feel. I cupped his oval face with my palms, his tears had left a trail on his cheeks. I looked straight into his watery green eyes and said,

"Do you trust me to make you feel all better?"

He nodded with a helpless whimper, and next thing you know, he had his back on my bed again and my face all over his face. The split second he tried to open his mouth to protest, I dove into that hot, wet goodness and sucked on his soft tongue that was trying to wriggle out of my reach. My saliva was dripping into his mouth and I could taste him in my mouth. I had an urge to make him submit to me and stop the struggling, so I took hold of his wrists and pinned him on the bed with my lower body, straddling his torso. I finally pulled away when I decided that he needed to breathe and moved on to kissing his neck and down his collar bone. I watched with half lidded eyes as his pale skin turned pink after I nibbled on it, kissed it and licked it. I listened as he tried to catch up with his breath and tried to protest at the same time.

"Ngh- Stan, no! Please, Sta-an…"

"I thought you trust me to make you feel better." I whispered into his ear, my lips barely touching his skin.

"But we can't, we're- we are best friends…" he whined helplessly.

"And who said best friends can't make out?" I whispered again with my seductive voice.

"But-" I sealed those tender lips with my own and it was obvious that he loved what I was doing to him. He eventually ceased his physical protest but still continued his fake, verbal protest.

"Ahh… no- Stan, please, don't-" he gasped over and over again.

I released his wrists and pulled his shirt over his head. Sweet Jesus, I never expected to see those sexy curves, it's like he has the devil's body. He's skinny, but this, is jackpot my man. As my mind wandered off to how flexible Kyle is capable of and my eyes continued to stare in awe at that attractive body, he turned red and crossed his arms to cover his bare chest.

"Stop looking at me like that." He muttered shyly, looking away. Yeah, like I didn't know he's the one always desperately trying not to look at my abs when I am shirtless.

If he insists on not having me to look at his bare chest, I guess I could look at something else.

I honestly don't understand why he still hasn't put on those damn sexy skinny jeans that'll show off his ass so nicely, instead, he's always wearing these typical guy's jeans that show nothing, and only stubbornly and silently protest that Kyle is not gay for his best friend. But thank God, it's because they were not skinny jeans, I could just yank them off. Then I messaged his stomach by slowly circling my palm on it, at the same time taking his cock out from his boxers and gently pressed it on his stomach.

"It hurts…" He protested softly, gritting his teeth, head turned side way and only opening one eye, the other shut tight due to the pain. Man, he looked so sexy. A smirk found its way to my face and I continued with what I was doing. He was hard, but not hard enough. I slowly stroked the underside of his cock as it laid flat on his stomach. He moaned in pleasure with each stroke and his head tilted back as that sensation rushed up and down his spine. After a few more agonizing strokes, I leaned down and licked that sensitive underside from base to tip.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Kyle screamed as he came all over his own stomach.

If my mom wasn't at the grocery store, she would come up and look.

"Stan…" Kyle said weakly, I knew this was his first time. But what I didn't know was that Kyle would cry after his first orgasm.

"Aw, don't cry…" I coaxed into his ear and kissed away his tears, stroking his soft curls gently.

"Am I just your toy?" he asked, sounding rather hurt.

"Yes, but I take good care of my toys, and I only pick one and stay with it." I explained gently, cupping his face; he's already hurt today, I'm not going to hurt him again just for my own amusement. "I love you Kyle." A little sweet talk here would do the trick to assure him.

"Do you feel better now?" I asked.

"No, not really…"

"Why not?"

"I don't really know how to feel…" he looked away, staring into the empty space.

"I love you, Kyle."

"I don't know…" he closed his eyes, he must be feeling really tired. But I was disappointed that he didn't tell me he loves me also.

I kissed his forehead and he fell asleep soundly. I got off of him, cleaned off the mess on his stomach and put him into bed. Then I went to the bathroom to take care of my own needs.

Now, I need to think about what I need to say in that awkward conversation you must have after you make out with your best friend.

I am confident I can win him over this time, after all, I can see through him. I know he has feelings for me, he just needed the right time to tell me and this is going to be a perfect opportunity.

I shoved all these idea aside and thought of Kyle's expressions and the way he moaned for me a few moments ago as I jerked myself off. Usually it takes me a good fifteen to twenty minutes to finish off, but today I seemed to have came a little too quick than I wanted.

After I took another shower, I slipped into my room quietly, and moments later, Kyle's cell phone started vibrating. I looked at the screen, and anger immediately rushed into my mind. It was Bebe.

I took his phone out of my room and answered it.

"What do you want, slut."

"Who are you?"

"Stan." I said, somewhat with subtle hint of anger in my voice.

"Let me talk to Kyle please." She said, apparently annoyed.

"He's asleep." I said flatly.

"Well, can you tell him to call me back, I just want to apologize to him…"

"Hell no bitch, you just broke up with him like, what, three hours ago? And now you want him back?" I had to keep my voice low, because I didn't want to wake Kyle up.

"You don't understand!"

"I don't understand? You shut the fuck up and shove it up your ass! Oh, I forgot, you'd probably like it." Then I hung up.

Seriously.

I sat down on the couch, with Kyle's phone still in my hand. I turned on the TV and stare at it mindlessly, having no better things to do than to wait for my mom to come back.

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